Tainted Lips, Ethereal Kisses
by Strangeling
Summary: Seventeen year old Audree is now Mrs. Malfoy. Draco hates her for ruining his life. How will she survive the emotional tornadoes aimed her way in the final year at Hogwarts?
1. Guess Not

As the sight of Malfoy Manor grew closer, my heartbeat started to beat erratically. Would they welcome me with open arms? Would I adapt to their lifestyle? Has Draco changed _at all_ since I last saw him?

I sucked in a massive breath, wishing I had a calming potion with me. I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my summer dress and smoothed - tried to smooth - my messy tangle of honey blond locks. It was times like these that I wished I'd brought a hairbrush (I did, but it was locked far ,far, far away at the back of the carriage).

Tempted to bite my nails, I chose to instead brood on my last few months of 'marriage hood'. The unity between the Malfoy's and the Avery's (my family) was a secret affair that no other pureblood family knew about. The whole arrangement was small, but incredibly grand. Draco wasn't compliant at all, mind you, but we managed to get to the altar and do our thing. I guess he disliked me (scratch that, he fucking hated me and to add to it, he already had a perfectly perfect girlfriend).

We didn't have a honeymoon. After the marriage ceremony, I was sent back to France to finish the final semester of education I had to complete at Beauxbatons before coming to England to live with the Malfoy's. So technically, we had no contact at all. After this break was over, I was to complete the seventh and last year of education at Hogwarts with Draco. After that, we would settle for lovely married life (insert snort).

The carriage halted and because of stupid inertia, I was flung forwards. I hit my head on the opposite side of the seats and quickly bolted up, rubbing my sore forehead.

"_OW_," I mouthed to myself in silent pain.

"Ma'am," The coach poked his head around, peering owlishly through the window. "We're here."

My blood ran cold again. I looked outside and sure enough, I could see the figures of my in-laws standing at the gates of the marvelous (yet forbidding looking) manor. I peeked again - no sign of another platinum blond haired figure in sight.

To be honest, I was a bit disappointed. But also a tad relieved.

I gave my forehead a last rub and quickly hopped off the carriage, channeling my inner lady to come out of hiding from the rock she'd been living under for the last seventeen years. She didn't come.

I stumbled over some sort of weed on the ground and mentally cursed my head off at the embarrassment. I glanced up - Lucius looked impatient, Narcissa amused. The coach and two butlers that Apparated out of nowhere started bringing in my luggage.

I walked forwards to the in-laws and put on a charming smile.

"You've grown lovelier," Narcissa crooned, embracing me lightly.

"Thank you," I beamed.

"Did you ride well?" Lucius commented, nodding his head at the carriage.

"Yes I did, thank you."

Blundering silence. Oh, how I love that word.

"Where's Draco?" Lucius snapped. He turned his very blond head and glared over his shoulder.

"He's coming dear," Narcissa said calmly.

"Draco!" She hollered for emphasis.

Another blundering silence. Yes, I do love that word. Blunder, blundering, blunder, blundering, blunder, blundering -

The front doors swung open spectacularly. The sun chose that moment to emit it's stunning rays. And guess who stepped out like those models on Muggle tellovision (telivision? teluvision? television?) ads?

Yup yup. Draco I-Hate-Audree-Avery Malfoy.

I was sincerely hoping his attitude toward me had changed since we last saw each other.

He took one glance at me, narrowed his storm gray eyes and glared.

Guess not.


	2. I Will Not Cry

When I woke up the next morning, I was all alone in the bedroom. I craned my head to the side. The only evidence that Draco had slept beside me was a small dent on the mattress and the messy covers.

Yes, you guessed right. We were forced to sleep together in the same room, on the same bed, breathing the same effin' air. It did not help at all that Lucius had charmed the doors and windows shut, cursed all the furniture and 'icified' the floor (how the hell did he know that I was thinking of sleeping on the ground?).

A disagreeable pout appeared slowly on my lips. I didn't want to sleep anymore. Sitting up, I quickly slipped on another summer dress (I adored dresses) and went into the bathroom to complete my morning ritual. After that, I glanced at myself properly in the mirror. My hair was an absolute bird's nest.

"Mmmph," I grumbled, tugging at a lock. I contemplated trying an untangling charm, but the last time I did try it, my hair ended up looking like seaweed defying gravity.

I exited the bathroom in a considerably more cheerful mood. I slipped on a pair of flats and roamed outside. The hallways of Malfoy Manor were silent and forbidding as usual, just like the first time I'd been there. I decided to follow my instinct and travelled down the left. Old pedos in the paintings kept giving me the creepy eye.

"Stop looking at me," I whispered loudly to a particular one that had followed me through several frames.

His response was to sneer challengingly.

I glowered at the old douche, narrowly avoiding death as I nearly walked into a spiked artefact.

"You asked for it," I declared. I lifted my wand and poised it at him. "Immobulus!"

He froze. His eyes were giving me the look of death.

I grinned and continued on my merry way. At the end of the corridor, I recognized the stairs that I had ascended to get to our room yesterday. I carefully walked down them and peered around. Narcissa was lounging comfortably on a dark couch in the living area. She saw me and smiled daintily, motioning me to come forward with her index finger.

"Good morning, Narcissa," I greeted, suddenly shy. Draco's parents had insisted I call them by their first names.

"Good morning," She acknowledged. She crossed her long legs and beamed.

"How was your morning? Did you sleep well?"

"Yes I did, thank you," I hesitated, glancing around with my soft blue eyes. I really wanted to ask it. "Where's Draco?"

Narcissa sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "He woke up early this morning to go to Diagon Alley. Apparently he was meeting some friends there."

She rested her eyes on me thoughtfully until I felt awkward.

"Audree dear, why don't you go as well? It'd be a nice chance to meet Draco's friends and to create a few friendships before you two leave for Hogwarts tomorrow," She said. By 'friendships', I guessed she meant connections that would help me later on. "What do you say? There isn't much to do here anyway."

I bit my lip. I was sure Draco wouldn't be pleased to see me. None of his friends knew we were married either, so it would be a bit awkward. Nevertheless, I nodded and put on a brave smile, "Sure."

Narcissa stood up and lead me to the fireplace, "Well I'll see you off then, dear. Tell Draco to be home before five, will you?"

I nodded, surprised by her eagerness, "Of course."

Out of nowhere it seemed, she handed me a bag heavy with gold galleons. I was a bit shocked she would give me so much money and resisted, but she forced it upon me with careless indifference. Meekly, I accepted the bag and stepped into the fireplace, coughing a little as tiny particles of soot and who knows what shot up my nose. I watched in slight dismay as my lovely daffodil yellow dress got blackened around the edges. Narcissa offered me a bag which I knew contained floo powder.

I grabbed a handful of the soft substance, enjoying the liquid sand feel and said clearly, "Diagon Alley."

The flames consumed me in a bright green flash and a moment later, I opened my eyes. I was standing in the middle of the famed, crowded street, with people giving me funny looks.

All around me were the most interesting, bizarre shops I had ever seen. The shops in France also had strange factors, but they were more refined and…elegant there. I saw my reflection on a shop mirror and decided to clear up a little. My long honey locks were tinged with black, as was my dress. My hair was still shiny though, glowing ever so slightly. Being a quarter Veela sure did have its benefits.

I slipped my bag of galleons into my dress pocket and started wandering around. Walking into Eeylops Owl Emporium, I grew fascinated with all the breeds of cats and owls. If only France had this many. I giggled as I petted a sleek black cat through its cage. I waved goodbye at the animals and exited.

I wandered down the alley, grinning at all the different things on display.

"Wow," I whispered to myself, admiring the newest model of a broomstick on sale.

"Firebolt," I read out loud.

I turned and that's when I saw them. Well, more specifically, Draco and his friends. I lowered my head automatically, desperate for him not to see me. His body language had told me yesterday that he didn't want me near him.

I ducked around a few gossiping old witches and tried to corner myself against the shop window. The window's reflection showed them advancing towards me.

_Dear god_, I thought to myself hurriedly, _don't let them see me_ –

I glanced around quickly and in that brief second, Draco's eyes locked with mine. He had an arm swung casually around a lovely brunette that I could only guess was his girlfriend. The one he really loved.

From the shocked, angry expression on his face, I guessed I was in for it bad. The crowd in front of me shifted and I took that chance to secretively sneak around the shop and walk quickly away from him. A few seconds later, I breathed out in relief, thinking I'd lost them.

Someone's hand grabbed my wrist and swung me around.

Damn.

Draco glared down at me, his white blond hair bright in the sun. I was a bit frightened, his grip was vice like and it hurt.

"What are you doing here?" He snapped. His cold eyes radiated hate.

"I-I," I stumbled over my words. "I just came here to explore. C-can you please let go? I-it hurts."

He increased his force.

"Don't ever show your face in front of my friends. If I see you hanging near Astoria and I again, I'll guarantee I'll make your life hell," He warned in a soft, deadly voice. "Understood?"

I bit my lip and tried to breathe calmly. I wasn't an easy cryer, but the way he said things made me want to bawl my eyes out. It hurt.

"I understand." I said in a small voice.

He let go of my wrist harshly and turned on his heel. I gazed after his retreating back and let out the shaky breath I'd been holding.

_I will not cry_, I told myself solemnly, _**I will not cry**_.


	3. Guess I'll Make Some Friends After All

***This story doesn't follow the original storyline of the 'Harry Potter' series, so the Golden Trio haven't left in seventh year :D**

**Yet.**

"Draco!" Lucius called, looking agitated. He repeatedly checked his expensive gold watch and with each passing second, his expression became stonier and stonier.

I stood uncomfortably by myself near the gate, a few feet away from the in-laws. My Hogwarts luggage were piled around my feet and Draco's were next to mine. My new Hogwarts uniform rustled slightly in the cold breeze. It felt a bit unnatural - I was used to feeling the smooth blue silkiness of my Beauxbatons dress. I guess it couldn't be helped.

The front doors finally opened after a few seconds and Draco stepped out into the frigid air. His uniform, I could tell, had been thrown on carelessly – but it still managed to look neat on him. His tie was loose, his top button undone.

He saw me glancing at him and gave me a look that made me turn and wince to myself. I knew that I had ruined his life, but couldn't he look from my perspective for once? It wasn't exactly a dream come true for me either.

"Good," Lucius said in a snappy tone, once again checking his watch. "Let's go."

We had arrived at platform nine and three quarters with ten minutes to spare. Our luggage had been loaded already, so I was just waiting while Lucius was talking to Draco. I looked around with supressed interest. There were owls, cats and toads everywhere; sitting on trunks, making a racket in cages, squirming in their owner's arms. I stared at them wistfully, wishing I'd bought my own pet. Unless I made a few friends (I guess it would be pretty damn hard, since it was the seventh year), I guessed I'd be the sore thumb sticking out in the midst of Hogwarts students. To add to it, I was pretty sure Draco wouldn't want me hanging around him.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy," Lucius told my 'husband' sketchily. "Stay out of trouble, you hear? Even if you do, don't get me involved. I've wasted enough time with these lowly, commoner people."

Harsh. I was a bit shocked. I knew of the Malfoy's thoughts on wizarding families without pureblood bloodlines, but I tried to think of everyone as equals.

"I _won't _father," Draco replied, sounding like he didn't mean it. His eyes were roaming elsewhere, anywhere away from me I guess. "Can I go now?"

Lucius frowned, "Take your wife with you. Take care of her this year, you hear?"

Draco was half-listening. He made a noncommittal sound from his throat and started walking away. Everyone else had started giving their parents last goodbyes and were crowding onto the Hogwarts Express now. I waved goodbye to Lucius and had no choice but to follow Draco and try to get least an ounce of direction. I felt terribly lost.

I looked around and didn't realize Draco had stopped walking until I walked into him. I apologized quietly and cowered a bit. He glared down at me, gray eyes cold as flint. I could see a group of his friends a little way in front, but they hadn't noticed our presence yet.

"From the moment we step onto the train," He stated coldly, without making eye contact. "We don't know each other. I don't know you, you don't know me. Stay away from me at school and don't expect me to help you with anything."

Something about the way he said it pierced tiny, painful holes into my heart. The unfamiliar tingling sensation in my eyes was slightly unbearable.

_Oh god_, I thought to myself silently, _don't make me cry in front of him_.

Too late.

A small, crystalline tear escaped from the corner of my eye and landed splat on the ground. My breath caught, hoping he didn't notice. I glanced up quickly. There was a brief flicker of surprise in his eyes but that disappeared a second later, replaced with his usual hard expression that was reserved especially for Miss Audree Avery aka Audree Unwilling-To-Be-Malfoy.

"Understood?" He scowled, emphasising his previous statement.

Forcing a bright smile on my face, I nodded.

Without a word, he swept away, heading to his group, while I quietly found myself another entrance onto the train. Climbing on, I found most compartments full, which was a bit unfortunate. I would've liked some alone time. Sighing unhappily, I went round to the end of the train, attempting to look for a less full compartment. Lots of boys leant out of doors and offered me seats, but I declined nicely.

Finally, I found a carriage with three people. A redheaded male, a girl with bushy brown hair and another boy with black hair and glasses.

Poking my head round the edge of the door, I shyly asked, "Um, do you have space for one more?"

The girl glanced at the boys before turning back, "I'm sure we do. Come in."

"Thank you," I said politely, stepping in. I sat down lightly next to the girl.

"Are you new? I haven't seen you around," She smiled nicely. "I'm Hermione."

"Ron," The redhead introduced himself, blushing and biting into a chocolate frog.

The black haired boy opened his mouth and my attention was drawn to his forehead. No wonder he looked familiar.

"And I'm – " He started.

"Harry Potter," I finished for him with relish.

He smiled awkwardly, "Haha, yeah."

"I'm Audree," I began easily. "I just transferred here from Beauxbatons."

"_Beauxbatons_?" Hermione sat up, interested. I could see a million questions buzzing around to be asked in her eager brown eyes.

"You're_ French_?" Ron gawped.

"Partly."

"That's so cool!"

I grinned, thoughts of Draco's harshness towards me evaporating…

Guess I was going to make some friends after all.

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	4. I Don't Know Him

"So wood nymphs _do _serenade you as you eat at Beauxbatons?" Hermione muttered thoughtfully. Ron gave her an incredulous look. She continued, "And I thought that Fleur Delacour was over exaggerating."

A dreamy look passed over Ron's face at the mention of the name. Hermione looked like she wanted to slap him. Harry's eyes glazed over slightly as well, but I was mildly surprised.

"Fleur?" I grinned. "She was a few years higher than me at Beauxbatons."

I paused, "She came here for the Triwizard tournament didn't she?"

Hermione looked distracted. "Oh yes, she did. And I'd never seen quite such a…" She trailed off dubiously, a fretful expression on her face. I spaced out, thinking ahead...

The sound of something trundling down the small corridor of the train met my ears. Harry and Ron sat up straighter immediately, expectant expressions poised on their faces. Confused, I turned to the door.

A second later, a middle aged woman poked her head around the door. Even with the door, I could tell that she was pushing a trolley jam packed with snacks and treats. The toasty smell of pumpkin pasties wafted into the small compartment. It smelled so wonderful that even Hermione's grudging expression killed itself.

"Anything from the trolley?" Trolley lady asked briskly.

Harry stood up quickly and immediately bought a stack of cauldron cakes and a couple of chocolate frogs. Ron was a bit more hesitant with his money but bought a pack of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum. I bought the gum too, as well as pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans to keep myself entertained.

Hermione bought two pumpkin pasties and the lady trundled off. After Harry shared around the cauldron cakes (how nice of him), the atmosphere was filled with the content sound of munching and the scent of ridiculously good tasting snacks.

I gazed out the window at the dusky scenery, aimlessly eating my every flavour beans. The first one I tasted was awful – it tasted like carpet fluff, if I knew what carpet fluff tasted like. The second was better, but I would've preferred a tomato over a raw radish. I twisted my head around slightly and offered my new found friends some beans.

They took some and my mind was left to wonder about our brief but fruitful meeting. Yes, they were my friends now.

"_Gross_," Ron pulled a face. His nose wrinkled, his mouth moving furiously, trying to finish the remains of his red bean. Definitely not pretty. "_Spinach."_

"Tough luck," Harry grinned. "_Vanilla_."

Hermione swallowed hers, "Tomato sauce."

Ron got over the brief torture of his tastebuds and started chortling. "_Tomato sauce?_ That's bloody brilliant."

"Don't be childish Ronald," Hermione sniffed. "You got spinach after all."

"Better than _tomato_ – "

The two suddenly stopped bickering. I saw Harry tense from across me. Curious, I looked toward the compartment door…

Draco was just walking past. Next to him was a tall boy who wore a disdainful expression. I froze and suddenly I couldn't even twist my face away. Something told me that this wasn't good.

Draco's face turned slightly. His cold eyes met with mine for an instantaneous moment before flickering to my companions. An arrogant sneer appeared on his face and I was confused. The compartment door slid open.

"Whatever do we have here?" Draco drawled sarcastically, leaning with a casual bump against the frame of the door. The tall boy beside him regarded us with scorn.

Harry glared fervently, "Isn't this getting a bit old, Malfoy? Find something better to do."

A small, menacing grin appeared on Draco's face.

"Torturing you will never get old, Pothead," He replied finally. His eyes flickered over my form for another second. A flash of hate. "And what can I say? I get bored."

A glimmer of anger was rising in me now. He was the one who told me to stay away from him and yet he was the one to break the promise first? And what was with those constant I-Hate-You looks?

"Go away Malfoy." Hermione stated calmly. The white blonde head of my 'husband' turned to her sharply.

"Oh, I didn't see you," Draco taunted wickedly. "Nice to see you too, mudblood."

If I was slightly angry before, now I was flabbergasted. The degrading term rang through my head and I stared at Draco, at loss for words. It was awful of him to call Hermione that. Apparently I wasn't the only one shocked; Ron jumped up and lunged for Draco. Harry did too but Hermione leapt up in the knick of time to hold them both back.

"Stop," She puffed. "His insults are meaningless. Don't let them get to you."

"But Hermione!" Ron sputtered. "He called you a-a – "

"_I know_," She snapped back. "He always does. But I don't care. Stop wriggling and sit your arses down, you two."

"How touching," Draco said contemptuously. "What shall we do, Blaise? Applaud her for her act of bravery?"

The tall boy next to him scoffed, "Let's go. They're not worth our time."

Draco smirked, turning, but not before he gave me another dangerous look that could kill. I watched uncomfortably as the two walked away. Twisting back around, I found Harry and Ron staring at the door stonily and Hermione looking exasperated.

"Have you two met?" She asked me thoughtfully. "You and Malfoy?"

I blinked slowly, "Why?"

She shrugged, "The look he was giving you. It was quite venomous."

I sighed, a small sad smile painted on my lips before shaking my head.

"No, I don't know him."


	5. The Sorting Hat

By the time we arrived at the Hogwarts station, I had bonded surprisingly fast with Ron, Hermione and Harry. Ron's sister Ginny, a friendly boy named Neville and a queer but kind-hearted girl named Luna were the new additions to my happily found group of new friends.

We hopped off the train and across the station, where I could see dozens of carriages lined up. Dark, skeletal grey horse creatures were tied to them, staring around peacefully. They were beautiful; in a haunting, twisted kind of way.

"Thestrals," Luna said softly, catching me staring. Her pale, dirty blonde hair shone in the dim light. She turned to me, eyes slightly dazed. "You see them…if you've seen death."

"Death," I murmured, glancing up again. A thestral snorted softly, releasing an opaque cloud of breath into the chilly air.

Harry and Ron headed towards the second carriage and Luna lightly tugged me along. I followed and then glanced behind me – Hermione was bustling around a gaggle of first years.

"Hermione," I said inquisitively, tilting my head. "Aren't you coming?"

A first year blew a loud, wet raspberry at another student, which caused a riot to lift its ugly head. For a brief moment, I wondered if _I_ was that immature when I was eleven.

Hermione scrambled to calm down the students, her brown hair frizzing up spectacularly. She looked up briefly and saw me before quickly uttering, "You guys go first…I'm Head Girl, I have to round up the first years for Hagrid…didn't I tell you before?"

I nodded in understanding, "I'll see you later then?"

"Oof – _get down_! Sure!"

I turned on my heel and hurried to the carriage, which Ron and Harry had kept waiting. Thanking them, I blew a strand of hair away from my face and settled into the squishy – but slightly mouldy cushions. The thestrals began walking at a slow pace before jogging. Luna was reading the latest edition of '_The Quibbler'_ beside me and I didn't want to interrupt her so I turned to Harry and Ron instead.

"If Hermione's Head Girl," I began questioningly, staring Ron straight in the eye. He blushed furiously. "Then who's Head Boy?"

He and Harry glanced at each other and shrugged. Luna turned a page of her magazine.

"Merlin knows," Harry said decisively, blinking. "It might be Ernie MacMillan, I guess."

I didn't ask who Ernie was and we continued the rest of the ride in a chilly, yet strangely comforting silence.

Hogwarts was beautiful. It was the first thing I thought of when I saw the magnificent, enchanting castle. There were turrets and lights everywhere, lighting up the whole place with beautiful luminescent rays. Beauxbatons was lovely of course…but I preferred this ancient, regal feel over the perfected elegance of the crystalline walls of my old school.

"Audree," Ron nudged me. Hard.

Startled, I turned and realized we were at the entrance of the Great Hall already. Inside, I could hear hundreds of excited voices chattering. The last straggle of people were filing through now. I enunciated a move to go in, but I was blocked by someone.

"Miss Audree Avery?" The stern looking old witch asked me stiffly.

I nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

Her look softened, "I'm Professor McGonagall. I'm afraid you need to wait here with the first years to be Sorted."

"Oh," I blinked, surprised. "Okay."

Ron shrugged and gave a large grin before disappearing through the doors. I stood there, lost, as the first years piled in, looking wet and scraggly. Hermione led the litter, looking puffed out but proud. She smiled when she saw me and waved.

I watched and she and Professor McGonagall exchanged a few words. Finally, she turned to me and whispered, "Good luck" before vanishing through the doors of the Great Hall. A flutter of nerves was conquering my body now. A tight feeling squeezed around my heart as McGonagall told us to line up. After a few seconds of silent anticipation, the doors opened slowly and the first years and I filed through.

Four straight tables lined the hall, each filled with unfamiliar and familiar (Harry and Ron waved like buffoons at what I guessed was the Gryffindor table) faces. And then there was always Draco. I spotted him at the far end of the hall, his white blonde hair glinting gold in the rich light. He refused to look at me. The brunette girl next to him, his girlfriend I believed, stared at me hard with interest. Her name rang briefly through my mind.

Astoria.

And then I couldn't think anymore because the Sorting Hat and the stool (Hermione had told me about it) had been brought out. People around me gave me interested looks, especially since I was obviously the tallest and oldest out of the whole group.

I looked up and saw the old man that had featured in five of my chocolate frog cards. Albus Dumbledore. Unknowingly, I smiled at him, and he returned the gesture warmly.

He swept his gaze around the hall, "Let the Sorting begin!"

I was near the end of the line so I bit my lip and breathed calmly. Most of the female side of my family had gone to Beauxbatons, but a few had come to Hogwarts. All of them were placed in Slytherin. I expected nothing different for me. I was slightly disappointed at the thought; it would've been nice to be placed in Ravenclaw or maybe even Hufflepuff.

"Emery, Lila!" Called McGonagall.

Six people left to sort before it was my turn.

The nervous little blonde haired girl walked up to the stool and sat as the Hat was placed on her head.

"Hmm…" The Sorting Hat hummed thoughtfully. "Well, well well…smart…gentle soul, pure outlook on the world…hm, yes, I've decided…HUFFLEPUFF!"

I clapped politely as the Hufflepuff table burst into encouraging cheers.

"David, William!"

The list continued.

Finally:

"Avery, Audree!"

The whole Hall seemed to go silent. I took a deep, calming breath and stepped onto the small platform, seating myself on the rough stool. I could feel everyone's eyes on me – even Draco's, I noted with surprise. His eyes held no anticipation. He must've expected me to be in Slytherin as well.

"My, oh my," The Hat taunted in a high pitched voice. "Women in the Avery family tend to land in dear old Slytheree' don't they? Hmm…definitely a cunning edge…very intelligent, but a different kind of intelligent from the Ravenclaw kind...broadminded, uses things to advantage…hmm…"

All the traits listed were very obviously pointed at Slytherin.

So imagine my surprise when it's next words were:

**"GRYFFINDOR!"**

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